As a Sister of Discretion, novices, a limp can save your life. People, as a whole, see very little and remember less. Imagine you limp your way through a market and stray close to a certain high official out in his furs and chain of office, his guards close at hand. Say that magistrate pats his inner pocket for the ninth time, checking on the important papers he is to bring before some still higher authority. And they`re gone! Suddenly he remembers the woman who stumbled against him — the momentary brush of contact. "Stop her!" he yells. Stop who? He struggles for detail. And all he can remember, all any of them can remember with surety is... "She had a limp!" And of course now you don`t. You`re strolling away bolder than brass, head up. And not directly away but at a tangent that says you haven`t a care in the world.
